The Army and Navy.

"Fear not, my Peggy, stormy winds, Nor dread the exulting foe,

'Tis honour calls, our King commands,
And Colin now must go.

He goes, but soon shall come again,
Enriched with spoils and fame;
Nay, dry these tears, my bonny lass,
To weep it were a shame.

Chorus.

The anchor's weigh'd,

The crew's on board,

Our conq'ring flag's unfurl'd; And England's glory

Still shall be

The wonder of the world.

"Our gracious Prince, with one accord,
We 'll join with heart and hand,
To nerve his arm, whose gentle sway
Protects this happy land.

With filial love, and duty joined,

His cause we will defend;

For Europe finds, and owns in him,

A Father and a Friend.

"Where'er from coast to coast we sail,

Our praises fly before,

And British valour is renowned

From Ind' to Afric's shore.

We shun no toil-no danger dread—
No vain alarms we feel,

Nor prize our lives, but as they may
Promote our country's weal.

"We've rescued Spain-invaded FranceAt Leipsic raised a flame,

Where babes unborn, as years advance,
Shall bless the British name.

Then here's to Stewart, in court or camp,
Or wheresoe'r he roam;

For those who fight for us abroad,
Should be revered at home.

"From Holland, 'tis remembered yet,
Our great King William came;
To Holland now we pay the debt,
We go with conq'ring Graeme.
Barossa's field his deeds report,
Sebastian owns his fame,

And Frenchmen, buried in Belgian forts,
Shall find him still the same.

"Then, fear not, Peggy-from the mast

The signals wave in air,

The boatswain pipes all hands on deck,

And Colin is not there.

My bonny lass, I love thee well,

But love my honour more."

In haste he kissed her blushing cheek-
The boat forsook the shore ;

And Peggy wiped the pearly drops

From eyes as black as sloes;
"May Heaven protect my Colin's life,"
She cried, "where'er he goes;
For Heaven can turn the balls aside
When danger hovers near,

And trusting in its guardian care,

I'll banish every fear."

Chorus.

"Yet gladly shall I see again,

The conq'ring flag unfurled,

And hail our glorious fleet returned.
The wonder of the world."

When in War on the Ocean.

When in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe,
Tho' with ardour for conquest our bosoms may glow,
Let us see on their vessels old England's flag wave,
They shall find British sailors but conquer to save.

And now their pale ensigns we view from afar,
With three cheers they are welcomed by each British tar,
Whilst the genius of Britain still bids us advance,
And our guns hurl, in thunder, defiance to France,

But mark our last broadside-she sinks, down she goes!
Quickly man all our boats, they no longer are foes;
To snatch a brave fellow from a watery grave,
Is worthy a Briton, who conquers to save.

The Chesapeake and Shannon.

At Boston one day, as the Chesapeake lay,

The Captain his crew thus began on :

See that ship out at sea! she our prize soon shall be ; 'Tis the tight little frigate the Shannon.

Oh! twill be a good joke,

To take Commodore Broke,

And add to our navy the Shannon."

hen he made a great bluster, calling all hands to muster,
And said, "Now, boys, stand firm to you cannon;
et us get under weigh, without further delay,
And capture the insolent Shannon.

We soon shall bear down on the Shannon.
The Chesapeake's prize is the Shannon,
Within two hours' space,

We'll return to this place,

And bring into harbour the Shannon !

ow alongside they range, and broadsides they exchange; But the Yankees soon flinch from their cannon, hen the captain and crew, without further ado, Are attacked sword in hand from the Shannon, By the tight little tars of the Shannon. The brave commodore of the Shannon, Fir'd a deadly salute,

Just to end the dispute,

And the Chesapeake struck to the Shannon.

Let America know the respect she should show,

To our national flag and our cannon;

And let her take heed, that the Thames and the Tweed,
Give us tars just as brave as the Shannon.

Here's to Commodore Broke of the Shannon;
May the olive of peace

Soon bid enmity cease,

From the Chesapeake shore to the Shannon.

National Song.

When order in the land commenced,
With Alfred's sacred laws,

Then sea-girt Britons, closely fenced,
Joined in one common cause;
The glorious name, an Englshman,
Struck terror to the foe,

And conquering William fix'd a fame,
That shall for ages grow!

On Albion's cliffs let commerce smile,
And cheering plenty bring,

Then sweet content shall bless the isle,
And GEORGE its gracious King!
Our Henrys and our Edwards too,

Framed once a Constitution,
Which Orange William did renew
By glorious revolution.

Mild Anne, with sceptre gently swayed

Ensured her people's love;

And when her kingdom's peace she made,
Was called to realms above!